THE WALL OF FACES

Dear PFC Mark Williams, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. MLK birthday weekend just passed. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance, and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

Mark, your still in my heart after being gone 50 years. I remember a letter you wrote to momma. You said there was a note on the door of the mess hall. It read Gods not dead He’s just visiting another country.
I miss you dearly sometimes my heart hurts to know you weren’t able to grow old and have your own family. I miss you singing while getting ready for work. I hated ironing. But if you asked me to iron your shirt I’d be Johnny on the spot to iron it. I still have that shirt, it hangs in my closet so I can see it. I’ll always remember you catching me at the small convenience store across the street from Roosevelt Jr. High and you telling me that you’d better not find me hanging out with the kids that smoked cigarettes and that I’d better spend that money in the lunch room instead of buying candy. I remember you’d buy my school clothes and one year you said Debbie it’s time you shop in the girl's department instead of buying boys jeans. I know you’ve watched over me throughout the years. Especially through the worst part of my life. Thank You Mark, hug momma, daddy, Bubby and mike for me. I’m always proud to call you my brother. Love Always your little sister Debbie

Mark worked for my dad at the C.R. Anthony Co. store on SW 29th St. I started working for my dad when I was 14 years old. Mark helped train me in the art of sales. He was always personable and had an always friendly attitude towards the people that came into the store. Even though I was a few years younger than Mark he treated me as an equal, maybe even more like a little brother. We enjoyed lunches together from work, eating, shooting pool on our lunch hour or going to the bowling alley to play pinball. I was so disappointed when I found out he had been drafted. But, like Mark always was, he had a good attitude towards what was to come. I was very sad when I learned he had been killed, and later learned he had only been in country for just a few weeks when he was killed. I visited his panel at "the Wall" in 2002, and was overcome with emotion when I saw his name. All these years later, he is still missed.

Mark is buried at Resthaven Gardens Cemetery, Oklahoma City,OK.

Dear PFC Mark Everett Williams, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter